Fem Pyro Novels & Stories

Zayne growled as his eyes narrowed to sharp glares. "Yes. If you want to join the rebels, then stab Layla. Stab your mate. It's really easy." Pyro said, glaring back at him. "It doesn't have to be that deep or lethal. Just plunge the dagger into her shoulder or arm. Nothing too deep. Besides, her healing abilities are working quite nicely. 'That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when I'm hurt. It hurts terribly until it completely heals. Pyro can't seriously mean this.'

“Oh shit, Trixie is about to kill that man.” A few minutes earlier: Dyelon didn't know what was happening to him, all he knew was that he was on fire. He had to still be in the burning building, that was the only explanation that made sense as to why it felt like his entire body was on fire from the inside out. Then he thought he heard his pixie, she was asking me something that he couldn’t understand. He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't, he tried to feel for Kyro, but he was in just as much pain as he was in. It suddenly felt like the fire was being pulled out of me, and the pain was gone. Then he felt the sting of a bite on his shoulder and Kyro screamed “MATE!” just as the fire from

On the brighter side, Gerey was much more in control of his pyrokinetic abilities than he'd been in the past week and although the world didn't know about it, yet, there was a (slim) chance for Wabrook and the rest of the world to outlast the trying times. All what it'd taken was for Gerey to see beyond the adverse effects and misconceptions of fire then spotting its fiery beauty, warmth, inestimable importance and researching (with the help of Cwena) on things neither of them knew before - the conditions it thrived the most in, foes, and reading the "Theoretical Methods of Subduing the Flame" by fictional scientists, sixty-seven year old Elys Deray and Dr. Fertheor Kesav.

A sea of red and purple flames crashes into Zephyrus’s vortex, the clash creating an explosive spectacle of swirling embers and gusts of super-heated air. Uncle Kristof tries to augment the storm, infusing his fire into the gale. For a moment, his flames and mine dance in the sky, a ballet of destruction. But Pyrra’s wrath knows no equal; our conjoined fire absorbs his, making our tempest even more ferocious. Pyrra fights back, her flames soaring high, meeting Uncle Kristof’s fire midway. For a brief second, two opposing fires clash in a mesmerising dance, neither yielding. But I sense Pyrra weakening, her energy waning.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

I am quite sure that there is something deep that has happened with her because of which she has this phobia. As I tried to comprehend the situation, Emma's words echoed in my head. She tried to reveal something about Rose's past, but she was interrupted, leaving me with only fragments of the story. What I understood was that Rose had experienced a traumatic event related to fire, possibly involving the loss of her parents, which had led to her pyrophobia.

bs and my mood turns cold. I try my hardest to turn my emotions off, after all its just sex. Why should this bother me, it won’t be the first time I’ve done it without it being my choice. I open my eyes and coldly stare at Mark. I walk toward him with my face emotionally blank. I stop inches away from where he sits with his eyes glued to me. Reaching behind my back, I pulled the string that is holding my shirt up. As my blood red top falls to the floor, I kept my eyes on Mark. I watch as he stares at my bare breasts and felt a little more in control of the situation when his mouth dropped open. I move toward him and placed my legs on each side of his legs in a straddled position never takin

I felt safer. "You'd probably regret saying that if you get to live as a pyrokinetic for almost sixteen years," I said before passing her a blue lemonade that Mom made for us. "What's not to like? I get to control fire! That's awesome!" she enthusiastically said and kept on enumerating positive sides of being a pyrokinetic, she was also jumping from her seat from time to time to express how thrilled she was about it. I am deeply moved with how my friend view my ability, not everyone is like Sassy. Not everyone can embrace the fact of having a pyrokinetic as your best friend.

Her lips pulled against her teeth as she snarled like a cornered feline. “You can’t pull a trick like this to me, you d*mned Fae!” She grunted and I screamed in pain when she cast a pyro spell and tried to burn me to a crisp. But Markan’s spirit turned into cold water that quenched the flame when he dive headfirst to connect his spirit with me and healed all the burns that her spell caused.

I spoke as I lit my hands with blue flame, one of the hottest and powerful flames that will devour any type of flame, even if it is the vengeance spirit who is said to be ancient. I threw the flames and the place started to turn blue, ah...such a beautiful sight. I started to laugh but that was soon stopped as the flames slowly began to turn bright red. It's fighting. "THIS IS WHY I HATE ELEMENTAL USERS!" And as it shouted, red flames started to engulf my blue flames. I smirked, and so, my plan will work after all. I planned to make this stupid spirit irritated as soon as I realized that this is not any of the guardians. I started to gather half of my mana and release it to cause an explosio